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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Exhale by Jennifer Snyder ~ Excerpt & GIveaway

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Inhaling in life is easy. It’s the exhaling—the letting go— that’s the hard part.

Katie Elliot has always known the Conner twins. For years she secretly pined after one, while playfully averting the advances of the other. Once upon a time, she was fine with that. Then came the moment when her twin of preference kissed her and changed everything.

Derek’s warm
hands cupped my face, his thumb brushed against my barely parted lips as the
green in his eyes deepened, giving way to the inner turmoil he felt with what
he was about to do, and I held my breath.In the span of a heartbeat, his eyes closed and his lips were pressed
against mine, moving in a soft, slow way.I kissed him back, allowing his lips, the feel of his touch, and the
taste of his tongue to erase everything else about tonight.I forgot about the neighbors that could be
watching.I forgot about Missy asleep on
the couch and Kyle passed out a few feet away in the Jeep.I forgot about everything including what this
moment meant and how it would change everything between us.I only thought of how I’d finally gotten what
I had always wanted—Derek.

He pulled away, releasing my lips and my face
at the same time. “How was that, any better than Cal Carlson?”

I didn’t respond
at first. Instead, I raised my fingertips to touch my lips, saddened from the
departure of his and curious to see if they felt any different, because I felt
different, everything felt different.That kiss had changed everything that ever
was between us, and I wondered if Derek knew, if he understood what had just
happened, what he’d just done.

“Yeah, it was,” I
said, my voice sounding soft and breathy.I dropped my hand to my side and swallowed hard. Blinking once, I
realized Derek was staring at me, smirking like a fool. “It definitely didn’t
suck,” I confirmed flashing him a mirror image smile of his own.

“Good to know,” he
said with a little nod of his head, his eyes the perfect mixture of smugness
and sheepishness.He shoved his hands
back into his front pockets before sauntering back to his Jeep.

Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she spends most of her time writing young adult fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is an instant coffee lover with an obsession for spiral bound notebooks and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.